Fighting to Breathe (Shooting Stars 1)

“Give me your mouth.”

Belly dipping I tilt my head back, catching his mouth with mine. His tongue thrust between my lips tangling with mine as his fingers slide under the waistband of my sleep pants then over my pubic bone, rolling one finger over my clit, pulling a mewl from the back of my throat.

“You’re soaked, Little Lamb,” he grunts, entering me with one finger, forcing a moan from me, and my hips to lift off the bed.

His mouth leaves mine and our eyes stay locked as he drags my wetness up, circling my clit. My breathing changes and my chest heaves as something builds below the surface of my skin.

Raising over me, his head dips, and his mouth latches onto one nipple, pulling deep as his fingers slide lower, entering me with one then two fingers. My body draws tight, every muscle tensing as his mouth leaves my nipple, only to blow a cool breath across the surface before traveling to my other breast licking along the way causing my core to clutch at his fingers. Rolling is thumb over my clit, my hands move from his arm, one going to his hair and one traveling down his chest into his boxers, wrapping around him, feeling silk over steel, pumping twice.

Leaving my breast his eyes lock with mine. I’m so close my eyes squeeze shut and a deep pull starts in my lower stomach that expands, sizzling throughout my body like a slow-moving fire.

“Look at me.” Opening my eyes our gaze locks and his eyes travel over my face, breasts, and stomach then back up to meet mine again. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans as my thumb slides over the head of his cock. “Even more beautiful now than you were fifteen years ago.”

“Austin,” I moan as his fingers move more quickly, turning that slow burning fire into a blazing inferno. My back arches off the bed and my core begins to convulse around his fingers. Covering my mouth with his a guttural moan climbs up the back of my throat. My fingers clutch at his hair and my hand stills on his cock as wave after wave of my orgasm takes over my body.

Coming back to myself, our mouths are still locked, my hand still wrapped around him, and his fingers still sliding in and out of me slowly. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, but I have never had an orgasm like the one that just rocked through me, one that woke up every single cell in my body.

Pulling my mouth from his I suck in a lungful of air then whimper as his fingers leave me and he places both of them in his mouth, licking them off, then licks across my mouth, letting me taste myself and him. My hand on him starts to pull up and down, running my thumb over the head of his cock. His hand wraps around mine, pulling it away, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my fingers.

“I—” I begin to complain, but he cuts me off.

“The first time I come with you, I’m doing it deep inside you, not in your hand.”

“Oh,” I whisper, and a smile twitches his lips and he leans in, kissing me one more time before planting his elbow in the bed near my head.

“You okay?” My recent orgasm, his soft voice, and his fingers running down the side of my face relax me deeper into the bed.

“Yeah, are you?” I lift my hand, pushing his hair away from his forehead.

“Oh yeah.” He leans in and presses another kiss to my mouth before leaning back again. “You wanna spend the night at my house tonight?”

“On the boat?”

“No, bed’s getting delivered to the house today. The kitchen was just completed, so I want to spend the night there with you.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, feeling conflicted, wondering if we should slow down a little. There is so much we still haven’t talked about, and I can feel it in the air between us like a coiled snake that, at any moment, will strike out, disrupting what we’re building.

“I want you with me tonight. I want to wake up with you in the morning. We don’t have to do anything, Lea. I just need to know you’re close,” he says, and my body melts under his stare.

“Okay,” I agree, leaning up and pressing my mouth to his in a quick kiss.

“You gonna be okay today, when I go out to do some work on the boat?”

“Yeah, I need to do some stuff here, and then I need to go talk to the bank about the loan for the office.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Little Lamb.”

Home. Even without my mom here, being with Austin does make this feel like home. I just hope I’ll be able to fight through the feelings building deep within me when the time comes.

Chapter 11

Lea

I pull up in front of Austin’s house and look up through my windshield, smiling at the deck, where I can see Austin standing, looking down at me, waiting.

Today had been a really good day. After Austin left, I started going through some of my mom’s stuff that she hadn’t had a chance to go through before she was too sick to do it herself. I hated watching her getting rid of stuff while she was alive, asking what I wanted to have and what she could give to Goodwill, but now that she’s gone, I know she did it for me, so I wasn’t left sifting through memories alone.

After I went through some boxes of pictures and paperwork, I went to the bank and set up the paperwork for my loan. When I walked into the bank, I was surprised to see Shelby. We were friends in high school, but like everyone else from my past, I had lost contact with her. Surprisingly, she wasn’t mad, and even seemed to understand why I left.

She too had just come back into town after being gone since before graduation. I knew that she left shortly after her and her high school boyfriend Zach, who is now the sheriff, gave their baby up for adoption. I didn’t know much about her story, though I could still see pain in her eyes when she spoke about moving back. Then she brought out pictures of her son, who had just turned seven, and her pain transformed into something completely different, something I knew only a parent could understand, like whatever she was feeling was worth it, because she had her child with her.

“You gonna sit out here all night, or are you gonna come inside?” Austin asks, scaring me as he opens my door. I was so caught up in thinking about today that I didn’t even realize he had come down the stairs.

“I’m coming inside.” He brushes his mouth over mine then presses the button for my seatbelt, unlocking it, then pulls me out with him, slamming the door.

“Do you have a bag in the trunk?”

I shake my head no and then show him my purse. “I have panties and a toothbrush. I figured I could wear one of your shirts to bed.”

“Or nothing.” He smirks, making my insides flutter, and a blush creep across my cheeks and down my neck.

Clearing my throat, I step away from him, open the back door, and lean inside, pulling out the bags I did bring.

“What’s this?” he asks.